The Bluebell of Scotland.
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Oh where! and oh where! is your Highland laddie gone? He’s gone to fight the French for King George upon the throne; And it’s oh! in my heart how I wish him safe at home. Oh where! and oh where! does your Highland laddie dwell? He dwells in merry Scotland at the sign of the Bluebell; And it’s oh! in my heart that I love my laddie well. |
If I Had But Two Little Wings.
“If I Had But Two Little Wings,” by Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834), is recommended by a number of teachers and school-girls.
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If I had but two little wings And were a little feathery bird, To you I’d fly, my dear! But thoughts like these are idle things And I stay here. But in my sleep to you I fly: I’m always with you in my sleep! The world is all one’s own. And then one wakes, and where am I? All, all alone. |
Samuel T. Coleridge.
A Farewell.
“A Farewell,” by Charles Kingsley (1819-75), makes it seem worth while to be good.
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My fairest child, I have no song to give you; No lark could pipe to skies so dull and gray; Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever; Do noble things, not dream them all day long: And so make life, death, and that vast forever One grand, sweet song. |
Charles Kingsley.